Jessie shot into the bathroom at breakneck speed, then she barricaded the door shut even though there was nobody behind her waiting to gain entrance. She hoped beyond relief that James wouldn't lock her in out of malice as she turned on the water to allow it to heat up, becoming frantic at the sight of her blood dripping on the lacquered floor. Her tears of anxiety accompanied it on its descent to the ground, yet it was all she could do to stop screaming out as she stood under the highly infuriating, no mocking, cold water. Why had he acted so selfishly when he had his shower? She was cold enough from the mountains, but more importantly she needed warm water to get the blood off her skirt. Gods she wished she was a virgin again; the pain was unbearable.
James sat back on the bed, staring intently at the ruby liquid of vitality on the white bed linen, on the floor from when she'd run out immediately for a rapid exit away from him, but what caught his attention most was her blood on his body. He felt like he'd taken the feud too far by hurting her like this, but had he? She'd asked for it, even though she hadn't expressed her desires vocally. It wasn't supposed to be like this—where was the person who'd been his best friend and crush for years? More importantly, where was he, and why were they like this? He left the room and washed the stain of her blood from his skin, unable to do the same for the one besmirching his thoughts. At least his back wasn't so sore anymore.
Pikachu trembled erratically as it paced a fraught circle; its coat had not yet returned to its smooth appearance, nor had anyone else detected the evil force. In one way it hoped its owner never awoke whilst the presence still haunted the area, as the frightened pikachu believed this was going to be nothing like anything they'd faced together in the past. It truly believed Ash could not face the opponent and leave victorious, or even remain alive, which was exactly why it didn't want him to awaken and wonder why his pet looked like that. Brock had returned to his slumber without a comment other than the moans of an anguished teenager when he realised that he'd slept alone. Even a transforming woman was better than none. Misty was still not back which made the rodent afraid for her safety, yet like a magnet he was secured to that area; protecting Ash came first, even if it meant his friend lost her life.
Misty wept when she finally ground to a halt in her hysterical flight from the image that broke her heart. Why the hell had they done it in clear view of the window? Then again, one would hardly assume strangers would stare at them in such a moment. What she didn't realise, however, was that the teenagers hadn't had sex, in fact it was nothing like it other than an incredibly cruel trick played on Jessie by the frustrated male through his pain. He'd bitten her lip harshly instead of kissing her and scratched her genitals with as much force as he could summon, cutting into her soft flesh more than he'd meant to. The blood had appeared instantly, without the standard wait for it to show like in other cuts, and since she was so used to pain shock didn't delay the bleeding. She'd smacked him across the face, making the pain unbearable throughout his spine, and then the crimson flash had appeared in the woods. The creature had officially left its hostess.